San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1887-01-20

IS an L nave IN the wOrIu. now she IS
dying. Heaven itself cannot help me. "
She looked at Lady Yorke. "You
mean WELL" she said, "but the money
that bought that silk gown would have
kept my husband alive. He died hun
CRY. Do you think | shall ever forget
that? He moaned all night before he
died from hunger-not pain, but hun
ger. loved him with all my heart, and
/ had to sit and listen until could have
rushed out of the house to STAY and rob
the first person | met. He died hungry,
while in your house good food is wasted.
All, my lady, your dogs and horses are
better off than we are!"
| saw Lady Yorke's face grow very
pale, and her eyes sought mine with a
frightened look.
'IIe moaned all night, !" continued the
woman, land had nothing to give him
but water. He was not one to COM
plain, but, when death came on him in
the morning, he said to me, 'Ah, lassie,
the rich have it in this world; we shall
have it in the neXtp | went out and
sold the last thing that belonged to me
my wedding-ring-that morning, and
| bought tea and bread. Il have gone
past it. he said. 1T is all over, lassie.
1t has come too late.' Seven years ago,
when we were married, he was tall and
straight and handsome. He took me to
pretty home, and he worked hard for
me; but trouble came. and he died hum
cry. My poor lad My poor ladl"
knew that in her heart Lady Yorke
was thinking of the dainties that, sent
away in capricious discomfort, would
have saved this poor mans life.
"Annie is dying" the woman went
on, ir the same hopeless, helpless voice,
with a wild CLEAN in her eyes. "a few
weeks ago good food might have saved
her; now it is too late. Last night |
went everywhere to get one penny to
buy her an orange with. She had been
craving all day for an orange, and every
time she fell asleep she dreamt that she
held the orange in her hand, and that it
fell to the ground. | would have done
anything for one penny, but / could not
get it."
81 am very sorry" said Lady Yorke.
"If had known"
mo one knowsl" cried the poor wom-
an. 1--WE work and toll, we suffer and
die, and no one knowS-only Heaven.
Heaven counts our miseries and pains,
and will change them into blessings.
Annie will be in Heaven soon, and therG
will be no more hunger or cold for
her."
For the first time 1 saw tears in Lady
Yorke's eyes.
"Would you like very much to keep
Annie with you?" she asked: and l
hardly knew her voice. 1t had lost its
languor, and was clear and sweet.
would 1? All, my lady, Annie is
the very heart that beats in my breastl"
she cried. when she is gone, all is
gone. shall not try to live; l shall lie
down by her side and die"
''How long is it since you have tasted
foOd?" | asked her.
1.-Two whole days." she replied.
Her white quivering hands and tremb-
ling hands bore testimony to the truth
of her words. Lady Yorke looked at
me.
I'VE must help Them" she said; and,
as she uttered the words. it seemed to
We left the house and went to the
nearest shops.
Tell me what to buy, Miss Chester"
she said; and basket of food, includ-
ing some fine ripe oranges, was ordered
to be taken to the woman's house.
The poor creature never thought of
herself. / shall never forget the cry
with which she seized an orange and
gave it to the child. 1t was one of de-
lirious delight.
81 shall do all l can for you" said
Lady Yorke, as she came away. "If
we can save little Annie, she shall be
saved"
And again l saw tears in the blue
eyes which until now had never looked
out ON others woes.